Текст песни Кромь - 60 часов

Ruins and death on the faces of the squares
Cut veins of mountain streets
The bodies of people are engulfed in fire
Shells, explosions, corpses, bullets
We will be there, 3 long dark days
Blinded by fire ruptures
Forgotten in the fields of another war,
Forward forces of ridiculous breakthrough

Forgotten and damned, trampled into the past,
What is left for us to lose?
We are no more, we will remain a memory
Mountain fierce ruins

Ruins, death, conflagration of war,
On the streets under mortar explosions
Stayed here as if born
A row of short executive reports
Our system thinned, the clock remained with us
Under a hail of bullets and sting shells
Towards death, scared dogs
Go with one remaining unit

Left for fun
For abusive dense people,
Through puddles of blood and through the noise of interference
Unsolicited they were entrusted with freedom
We will be there, all 60 hours,
3 days left in the slaughterhouse furnace
We are the sounds of dead voices
We are echoes of someone's pain